" Oh, yeah," he laughed. "I got the complete story. I got pictures. I sit here and listen to the conversations. You don't realize that you got tied in...o a community." Community?" I asked.He explained the plan to me."Where'd you come up with an idea like that?" I asked."Your sister-in-law, Cindy, dropped it on the table months ago. Now I have us looking at living arrangements and offices in Alabama, convenient to Auburn University, since we'll have four students there." Four? I thought there. ..still picturesand video! She promised to post them on the internet and on our school'smain computer network if I refused to do anything and everything shedemanded!What choice did I have? In one short week she had transformed me into asimpering, mincing sissy whose only purpose was to do her bidding! Andnow...as her sissy prot?g?...I was about to enter the girls' locker roomand dress to audition for the cheerleading squad!"C'mon Sissy, get a move on! I've had you practicing every cheer in. Now I'm about 6 inches inside of her and it feels like she is going to be split open. She keeps screaming and crying for me to stop. But I just laughed and told her, she was a very tight bitch and showed her no mercy. I pull back again and thrust forward several more times. But after I'm lodged all the way inside of her stretching her as far as she would stretch. I begin driving my 9 inch cock in and out at full force. I'm working her at a fast hard rhythm and without any compassion. I loved. She did not follow.I got to the door, pulled it open, and looked out at the man on my stoop.“Good afternoon, sir. Are you Ron?“Yeah” I answered warily“My name is Detective Reynolds and I would like to talk to you about your ex-wife, Rachel.”I put a quizzical look on my face, opened the door, and an invited him in. We sat and the detective did not waste any time with pleasantries.“You know about Rachel, correct?”When I nodded he continued.“What do you know about the night Rachel died?”I was.